jardin d’amour

my garden of love

sown I am

woven of grace

the old world is falling now

moving us closer

fuelled and feeling

I know nothing without you

I am unstable flow

insecure

uncontainable

flooded by your tidal eyes

contain me mon amour

I am your cascade

pouring into life

created for you

together we shall be

vesselled

and complete

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transparent mountains

buoyant with whales

turning circles

wide

fluent in water

and joyous

enraptured

I suck oceanic pleasures through the portals of my eyes

glossy blue merging with the dirt there

fertile

beautiful

and yet

a halo of hazy instinct clings

like a barnacle to freedom

my curly shell tight and dark and leaning

toward the echo

following the current of song

and dissolution

whales

solid not real

Shy Faerie

She meets me in this forest gully

here where mist becomes people amongst the rustling leaves

and glinting surfaces

reflect and lead

I feel the crystal witness

my body sighs

dropping

fully

into

water

smoothing

darkened edges

and

collecting

the falling

notes of nature

Shy Faerie to see more of my art

now my feet

now my feet

full

of pending dance

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that single thought

sucked towards

a sapphire of absorption

I heard the click or felt it or knew it or smelt it..

a satisfying sound

and then the old gates

swinging slowly in the dark

upon a perfumed sea

but it is a long way down and who knows what is over there

I didn’t go

and so then

coats and coats of stories like licks

of paint or tongue

pages of ineligible nonsense

speculative frustration

colourful

rubbish

life is fiction

overplayed

with all that gratuitous embroidery

well, it took on a build of castle proportions!

……. looking back now

I clear a way

like a very small snail in rubble

digging and digging

until I find it

the

single

thought

hovering back there

clinging and lonely

worshipping a barnacle

worth the while

note to self: how can a human being float across a space the size of one breath and fall through a gateway only as big as an iris …?

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love-mad bees

I am pit deep

in circulating fire

an insignificant tenant

in a cave

of rouge hum

I am riding my snake

made of love-mad bees

a surging silver ringlet

of waving infintisum

singular

small

glowing and pouring

working against gravity like

perfectly fresh

overflowing salmon

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Sun Perfume

If you don’t think this life is tortuously beautiful then you’re not really here

To make your body smell like sunshine

one cup of pure soap flakes

a palm sized sensation of baby skin

a breath of flawless thought

a tongue of deep cave water

a fold of pure truth

a shiver of invisible touch

coat your skin in oil of sun

invite

absorb

loosen

each wave like an angel

falling over lips

for m e more a more

or

OM

the sound of sky the smell of sun the taste of open sea

Pablo Says

” Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour. Loving is a clash of lightning bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.’ Neruda

I swoon and arch my neck reaching for his nektar

Loving is a journey of the heroes kind

epiphany the only victory and poetry for proof

sinking into deeper vulnerability through points of light

confabulated or originated

loving bathes me in my own humility slitting my throat and opening my legs.

true voice is true love

a humming baritone amongst the scented petals

love is my tongue sliding through the mud

always the mud rich and flavoursome

inhaling rain and feeling the sting

Immersed in the music of invisible sensation

rolling throughly underneath my naked airs

and wet

sliding from the womb of an old paradigm

undoing into magic through gateways of vibration

left is right and right is left and love is a syllable that reverberates

boiling water

bringing your chest closer

slicing and levitating monoliths

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Prose Poultice

hot rocks and books soothe me

their awareness somewhat circular

contained and expansive

felting through my skin

this fragrant prose poultice warming my naked heart

flicking fingertips

page by raw page 

peeling back 

textured and curly

earthy and aromatic

dust and water

new and old like paperbark 

the stories imagine my bare ocre

overwhelmed with spearheaded life

force 

splicing the core

seeds spill

serving to whet an appetite 

A poem for those who curl up with books instead of lovers on valentines day ~ x Arna

today it’s about bees

or is it about poison?

poisonous

mad making

arsenic accumulation

asylum

seeking

loopy lou

discombobulation?

is it about misfiration and never repletion

is it about my own….wanton disregardiosion…..

a bred terror of heavy metal intoxicablation

a hive in my mind my mind in the hive

please!

and they came to me a three bee formation

I buzzed in my heart and they sang to me

a golden prayer

madness?

the sharp toothy beastulous nipping

and dragging and forcing

leading

and feeding…

?

I COULD sit in the middle

here I would be happy

no celestial buzzing

no acid screeching….

just me

with a bee

drinking tea